Thursday, October 8, 2009

Americans have a bridge...and a very nice bridge at that...

It was a long haul to San Francisco, we left quite early (from aforementioned car park) stopping by a beach where Keiran said he could really wake up. He spent about half a minute in the water before running out due to how cold it was. But that’s okay, we still had the mustang.
We stopped by a town whose name escapes me, but I do remember clearly that it was home to the inventor of the split-pea soup.
While speeding down the road, in the mustang of course, we were playing our own burned CD’s consisting mainly of Aerosmith and Will Smith. It was frickin sweet.

When we finally arrived at San Fran, we knew exactly what our priority should be. Drive over the golden gate bridge. That was a pretty good thing to be able to say I’ve done…despite the fact that there was no toll leaving across the bridge, but a six dollar toll going back. Darn you, creators of the bridge, you had this planned from the start I have no doubt.

Sidenote: the hills in San Francisco are so steep that when driving up them, its like being on a roller coaster, except scarier when you’re at the top cause you’re meant to be able to see the traffic going in front of you, but you just can’t. Also walking down the hills Keiran decided firmly that “if we trip,or slip here, we will die…” reassuring…

We were then faced with the difficult task…of finding somewhere else to stay the night. It was more or less the same as the night before; we decided not to sleep in the car park of either ends of the golden gate bridge, as security was heavy. We then found ourselves driving through the bad looking neighbourhood, the sort of one you can’t help but think you’re always about 20 seconds away from a drug den.

It was decided we’d stay in the front drive of what seemed to be an abandoned mansion…yeah I know, horror movie stupid idea number one. Well that’s what was first decided anyway, up to the point where Keiran left the car to take a slash (horror movie stupid idea number two) where he then abruptly came charging back into the car slamming the door, saying “We’ve got to get out of here, I think this place is haunted”. Well I think that’s what he said though it had a lot more swearing and I’m fail sure he ‘crikey’ at least twice. Anyway I, luckily, did not commit horror movie stupid idea number three and say “meh, its probably nothing”, instead I said “oh dear God, GOGOGOGOGO!!!” and go we did.
(Side note: turns out it wasn’t a ghost. But instead, as Keiran revealed to me later, a hobo whom Keiran didn’t want to share a drive with.)

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